>>5224043>>5224050>>5224220>>5224947Fast as your legs can carry you, you bolt into the streets, holding your hat down as you run. At first, you have to push through the crowds of single-minded buyers and sellers, but after the first ring of bullets, the throng disperses with shouts of panic, letting you, your associate, and your pursuers through.
A shot twips past your head. You're a sitting duck without the human cover of the masses.
"Quick, inside!" You blurt to Abbie. You don't need to tell her twice as you both duck into a stable. The horses are quite fine, you note in a strange moment of clarity. You almost slip in the mud and manure when the exit you were headed for is cut off by the second squad of nazis!
You turn, and the way you came in is also cut off. Trapped!
You reach for your revolver, and look over to Abbie. She's panting and drenched in sweat, her eyes darting.
"Well, nice knowing ya, Riggs!" You say as the goons close in.
<span class="mu-i">whu-PA</span>
Abbie cracks her whip, and sends the horses running for the exits, right through the nazis! Now's your chance!
You not-so-carefully step over the ruffians as they try to get up from the mud, giving one of them a kick in the ribs, just for good measure.
"Bet you did nazi that coming, did ya!" You yell back as you put space between them and you. But they aren't beat yet, only angered and covered in shit.
Left turn. Right turn. Double back. Bullets sinking into the mud bricks left and right of you. The walls are closing in.
An idea hits you! You grab Abbie by the arm, and jerk her into a building in a narrow alley.
Both squads of nazis round the corner, one closing the entrance to the alley, the other going through it, sweeping it for you.
"Herr Finkelstein, zey iz not here!"
"Gotterdammerung! You lugnut! How did you loze zem?"
Finkelstein notices the open door you went through, and puts two and two together.
"In zere, find zem!"
Both squads enter the building. A temple, as it were. Buddhists, or some syncretic religion derived therefrom. The monks sit in orderly rows, cloaked and hooded, deep in meditation.
You watch from under your hood the Germans try to convince the head priest of the utter "nezezity" of their searching the premise, but in vain. Red-faced, shit-smeared, and failed in their hunt, they're turned to the streets.
Abbie throws back her hood.
"I cannot <span class="mu-i">believe</span> that worked!"
"Oh, Dr. Riggs, ye of little faith! A good disguise never fails! Especially when you have friends to back it up!"
Master Tanuk, an old aquaintance of yours, bows with a devilish grin, and returns to the spiritual guidance of his pupils.
"Now! Let's get this map deciphered!"
